Four score and seven years ago our cucks brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in cuckery, and dedicated to the proposition that "all cucks are created equal"

Now we are engaged in a great cuck war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so beta, and so liberal, can long endure. We are met on a great battle field of that bedroom. We have come to dedicate a portion of it, as a final resting place for those who were cucked here, that the nation might live. This we may, in all propriety do. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow, this ground-- The cucks, living and dead, who cucked here, have hallowed it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here; while it can never forget what they did here.

It is rather for us, the living, to stand here, we here be dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that, from these honored cucks we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here, gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve these cucked shall not have been cucked in vain; that the nation, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people by the people for the people, shall not perish from the cuck.